There’s a line from Bilbo early in “The Fellowship Of The Ring,” when he’s talking to Frodo about how tired he is, something like he feels “thin, soft of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.”
I get it.
Getting old is not for the cowardly. The growing list of nagging physical twitches and foibles are not helping.
Nor is the news. But ignoring the news isn’t a good option either. I want to see the evil fuckers coming and have as much of a head’s up as possible.
I should make time to watch more Ted Lasso…
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 